I will be in transit today–here to the airport, airport to Seattle, Seattle to Spokane–a journey with a stopover. I’m sorry to leave my daughter and soon son-in-law; due to distance and our separate schedules, it’s harder and harder to get together. (Ditto with friends, far-flung these days.) I’m equally glad to go home, though. I feel renewed and ready to really roll, with the writing and my plan for a Fit Linda in 2010. 
I must have been a lot more tired than I thought I was. I forgot a few strategic things when I packed for the trip,